Moira was still struggling with her thoughts, dazed and confused. She had thought Arthas was just taking liberties, but when the man's meat rod pressed against her lower body, she suddenly snapped to her senses.
"No! You can't! You can't do this! You beast, get out! Ah!"
How could Arthas possibly let her go? A Dwarven Queen—this was a rare prize to toy with! Incredibly excited, he aimed directly at the vaginal entrance moistened by her juices and thrust inside.
With a fierce lunge of his waist, the glans pushed through the incredibly tight honey hole and entered the level, fiery vagina. He immediately felt the layers of flesh tightly gripping the rod, biting at the glans with every squeeze and release.
The cock felt the tight pressure of the closed-off tender flesh being forced open bit by bit. The tender walls sucked and squeezed the cock from all sides, and a wave of intense, numbing pleasure surged from the glans, making every pore in his body relax in bliss!
"No!" Moira cried out in sorrow, but Arthas's cock continued to drive deeper. With only half the length inserted, he had already reached her core. Because of the height difference between humans and dwarves, her vagina wasn't long; being able to accommodate half of Arthas's cock was already quite a feat.
Arthas ignored Moira's cries and instead grabbed her breasts, kneading them as his lower body began to slowly thrust. Stroke by stroke, he thrust in and out, toying with the widow's body.
Compared to the women he had been with, Moira's vagina was very short, making it nearly impossible to insert the entire length. However, the rod was gripped extremely tight, and the vaginal walls continued to contract. The feeling was exceptionally good!
"You really are a slut! You say no, but your slutty hole is gripping so tight!" Arthas growled and began to pick up the pace. The glans hit her cervix every time, and each impact gave him a sense of triumphant conquest. A man's sword being able to touch a woman's core made him feel like he possessed her completely.
"Wooo... I didn't... no... don't... ah... pull it out... ugh... beast... ah... ugh!" The sinful feeling of falling caused the pleasure in Moira's delicate body to skyrocket. That sense of fullness made her weep with joy, her tears containing both immense delight and a sense of guilt toward her husband.
She had cheated, she had been penetrated—it was a disgrace! Her brows furrowed slightly, her small mouth hanging open, showing the unique expression of a woman being ravished.
The mating of a dwarf and a human crossed the boundaries of race. It was muddy, hot, and warm, as if she were wrapped in a hot spring. The tender vaginal walls surrounded him from all sides; the feeling was beyond words. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the pleasure of being squeezed.
The woman beneath him also let out a muffled groan due to the thick meat rod's insertion, her size perfectly stretched to the limit, with no gap between their flesh.
After only a few dozen thrusts, Moira gave up her resistance. Her face was flushed with shame, and she kept her mouth tightly shut to prevent herself from moaning aloud—that would be adultery!
Every so often, a series of gasps escaped her. The pleasure was so absolute that she could only writhe her body to alleviate the joy that was breaking her reason.
From behind, one could only see the sturdy buttocks of a man pounding back and forth against a pair of rounded cheeks, with two slender calves extending from the man's waist, and two fair, tender feet swaying helplessly in the air with each impact.
"Ohh... gentler... mm-hmm..." Moira still moaned softly. To her, the act of crying out loudly was extremely lewd, shameful behavior. So she suppressed her voice, not daring to scream, for that would be too wanton.
Pop! Just as Moira was about to reach climax, Arthas pulled his cock out. It was covered in her juices, glistening white under the light of the wall sconces, looking incredibly debauched. There was a bit of white froth at the base, a sign of her arousal. "Do you want it?"
"Yes, give it to me!" Moira's desire had been teased to the surface. She didn't want to admit to the pleasure, but the body cannot lie. She was indeed hovering on the edge of a climax, and this torment would break any willpower.
Squelch! The next second, Arthas thrust back in without warning! He began to pound her so quickly she didn't even have time to react!
Slap slap slap!!!
The thick cock formed a stark contrast against her healthy, wheat-colored skin. With every thrust, Moira's body would jump with pleasure. Her sweat-drenched form released a woman's unique scent into the air, stimulating the aroused pair to mate even more wildly.
If Dagran Thaurissan's soul were still here, his eyes would surely burst with rage. He would see his wife shamelessly welcoming the thrusts of her paramour. Even when Arthas went to kiss her, she proactively offered her lips. The sight of the large horse pulling a small carriage had a unique flavor, and poor Moira was being fucked into a state of mental fog.
"Ah! So big... don't... ah... too deep... ah... mm-hmm... I can't take it... ah..." Sure enough, Moira couldn't take it anymore.
Her long-neglected honey hole was filled with a long-lost numbing pleasure. Wave after wave, the tides were endless. The lost-in-ecstasy pleasure finally made her cry out wantonly. This was a groan made without any thought or control, a reflexive moan from a body in a state of extreme pleasure.
It was unknown how long they had been at it. His nerves numbed by the strong liquor, Arthas was like a god of war, riding upon the body of the Dark Iron Queen, thrusting and galloping at will, enjoying the rights that only a husband should enjoy.
Five minutes later, Moira's body convulsed several times. The inside of her vagina grew tighter and tighter, sucking like an infant's mouth; the comfort was simply too stimulating.
Just as he was feeling the heat inside her, a sudden stream of warm liquid drenched Arthas's glans. The force of the spray was great, washing over his glans and making him shudder uncontrollably.
Another climax! Moira didn't even know how many times she had climaxed; she only knew she was climaxing continuously, enjoying all the orgasms she hadn't experienced before.
Her delicate body was being driven and fucked with great force, like a small boat in a sea of desire, liable at any moment to be overturned and submerged by the storm-like waves of passion!
Arthas lay quietly atop Moira, tongue-locking with her while slowly grinding inside her small hole. The small-scale thrusts allowed the pleasure to continue spreading.